Tuesday, June 28, 2011

This is so friggin' cute. And the filmmaker, JW Griffiths, shot the whole thing on a Nokia N8! What a king. Plus, like songs by the Ramones and the Disappointing Gay Best Friend videos, it falls under the 2 and a half minutes my attention span manages before it gets bored of watching things on Youtube. Bam.

Yesterday I got back from my very first Glastonbury, and my God am I still recovering. Best five days of 2011 by far - Jarvis Cocker and B.B. King and Morrissey and Laura Marling and Beyoncé all in one place are enough to make me hyperventilate anyway, but there is so much crazy shit going on you could easily spend a week there even with no live music at all. My photos were taken on crappy disposables and mostly while I was not quite in my right mind, but here are a few non-face ones anyway;

I'm gutted none of my Shangri-La photos came out﻿, and neither did the ones of the amazing druid man I saw playing on the Spirit of '71 stage (he was about 80 years old, with full sparkly purple robes and Rafiki face makeup, with hot girls dressed as fairies prancing around him. It would have been an amazing sight even if I wasn't stoned off my face). Screaming along to by Cee-Lo Green, who appeared to be dressed as a fat black male Lady Gaga, while it absolutely pissed it down, was also a memorable experience. OH THERE ARE TOO MANY. TRANNIES. CRUSTIES. DISCOBALLS. CIRCUS PERFORMERS.

Here are some more, substantially better photos, filched off the BBC/Guardian/NME websites;

Went round to my sister-friend Luna’s yesterday for a boozy goodbye lunch, as she’s spending the summer traipsing round Europe in a rickety van with her dog and boyfriend, selling jewellery at festivals or however it is that hippies make their money (I, meanwhile, am currently trawling the internet for a summer temp/desk/admin job. Not that I’m bitter or anything). I left to buy hummus and olives, but instead fell into the charity shops on the way to Waitrose and came back an hour later with an ensemble that makes me look like Pat Butcher’s drunk little sister visiting Club Tropicana for the first time.